By William Blake
Songs of Innocence
by
William Blake
This Dover variation, first released in 1971, is an unabridged republication of the 1789 variation from the reproduction within the Lessing J. Rosenwald assortment within the Library of Congress. A Publisher’s word, contents, and whole revealed textual content of the poems were extra for the Dover edition.
Contents
Frontispiece
Title Page
Introduction
The Shepherd
Infant Joy
On Another’s Sorrow
The institution Boy
Holy Thursday
Nurse’s Song
Laughing Song
The Little Black Boy
The Voice of the traditional Bard
The Ecchoing Green
The Chimney Sweeper
The Divine Image
A Dream
The Little lady Lost
The Little woman Found
The Little Boy Lost
The Little Boy Found
A Cradle Song
Spring
The Blossom
The Lamb
Night
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Sample text
I was my own church. Except— scared, scared. ( 16 ) Diary of a Year without Pictures 5/13/06 Watching “Surviving the Icelandic Sea”— The ship is also the processor. There is a trough for spines, dumps to the ocean when he walks in the room like read it and weep. Somehow, I deserve this. The man who swam on his back for two days spoke to myself. Spoke to the gulls. Pulled his body to a shore of lava fields. No one believed him. They kept putting me back in. All my life, for research. Why have you not given up on us?
This is not so far. Look at the eye of an ape, a dog: looks enough like me. But try: fish. Lobe-fin, bone of coelacanth. Try new bodies for new lives. I’d make a fine suit of love and disappear. 8: IN WHICH THEY MEMORIZE. The crooked tooth who went first. The way something blew your scarf as you ran, tossing off musts. The tyranny of dawn, repeating. The snow-like window between us. The shouldering through. The cardinal that flew from a wound. ( 40 ) The spill of your hair-thin chain as it broke while we slept and the gold links became us, and the locket was swallowed.
Except— scared, scared. ( 16 ) Diary of a Year without Pictures 5/13/06 Watching “Surviving the Icelandic Sea”— The ship is also the processor. There is a trough for spines, dumps to the ocean when he walks in the room like read it and weep. Somehow, I deserve this. The man who swam on his back for two days spoke to myself. Spoke to the gulls. Pulled his body to a shore of lava fields. No one believed him. They kept putting me back in. All my life, for research. Why have you not given up on us?